Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.